one of a kind gift emporium

waiting in the underground street car stop at union station...waiting for the 509 to pick up this crowd and take us to the ex but all that arrives is the 510 Spadina car. with every rush of air and squeal of metal wheel on metal track hope is renewed and we surge a bit forward...but again 510 Spadina. a cold rush of air pushes on us, some of the air rushes through the roundabout, some of it back over the crowd and up the tunnel, the heavy rushing sound of the street car approaching has me shift my weight from one foot to another and other woman hike up their purses higher on their shoulders, gentlemen prepare their transfers and bus passes. 509 Exhibition arrives. Glory be.

One of Kind is packed full of shoppers milling by artisans and manufacturers of crap. I suppose differentiating between the two is a matter of tase, or lack of. i bought shortbread and curries. and then i left. unable to withstand the milling and the "oohs and ahhs" over giant pieces of what i can only describe as kitchen art, ugly knits, uninspired leather, and assorted and random items of the "what do you do with it?" variety.

returning on streetcar we dive underground just east of queens quay and this time we push the air down the tunnel. the screech of the wheels on the last corner reveals a crowd five times larger than the one i departed with.

the ass

so i caught a peek of my behind post-shower the other day...and while it still resembles an upholstered couch with buttons that cause small puckerings of the fabric...it looks pretty good. better than it has in some time, i think. i thank sarah the trainer. i even had some wiggle room in my (gulp) wedding dress.

oh yeah, so that's new. i'm married, legally and everything. C-man is stuck with me now.

the saddest addiction

i am addicted to checking my wedding registry and veronica mars. these addictions are not related in any way...but both are a lot like caffeine, fancy underpants, or say shoes...i've heard of that, shoe addiction. seriously, i'm going to have to block the url from my own computer because in between every email i'm checking to see if someone, some delightful poor soul who doesn't even know i'm cyber stalking myself, has bought me the lovely sea foam green towels. when did this happen to me?

where are the days where my preoccupations ran to the shape of my ass, a love of cheese (yes, i know, the ass and the cheese in diametric opposition to one another), and wondering when i'm going to win the lottery. and now my earlier, happy vapid thoughts are being replaced with material greed and more vapid but seriously distracting thoughts. but i want the damn towels.

does this mean more REHAB?!? For my soul?!

ooohhh the dad from "The Nanny", Mr. Sheffield, is on Veronica Mars. Sweeeeet.

good grief

WAIT - just to be clear I am grateful for all the lovely gifts we have received. Grateful and honoured. and wow!

the big day

tomorrow, Cman loses his virginity. Yup, gonna be a big day. I'm getting my hair done.

i've been blonde-ed

i went to get my hair done today...a little oomphing of red - very subtle, very cheerful. well my regular colorist is on maternity leave. dude who did my hair has made me a blonde. me not want blonde. going back tomorrow to be re-red-ified. will likely leave looking like lucille ball. not v.g.

hissssssssss

the worst has happened

okay, not the worst, but seriously disruptive: i am not allowed to drink anymore coffee until my sad little ulcer(s) stop bleeding. and no chocolate. and god knows what else i am NOT ALLOWED to eat. fuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!

enough whining. going to eat cheese, which i'm sure is not on the list but it is making me happy.

coffee again

so i made coffee at 9am and then i went and did stuff and poured myself a cup of coffee now at 2pm (yes, the same pot. don't judge) and you know what? it's still hot. and i love it. and it loves me. why's it still hot. because it was in my thermal caraffe fancy pants coffee maker.

coffee is my friend

i don't need anyone else. just coffee. it loves me. and i love it. if anyone is having an affair with coffee--back off! seriously, i will hunt you down. i don't mean that as a threat...or if i do i mean it in the nicest 'don't sue me" kind of way.